They say the blues is just
a bad dream
They say it lives upside your
head
But when it's lonely in the
morning
You're bound to wish that
you was lying dead
There's winds out on the ocean
They're blowing just as they
choose
But then winds ain't got no
emotion, baby
And they don't know the blues
They say the blues is just
a bad dream
They say it lives upside your
head
But when it's lonely, lonely
in the morning
You're bound to wish that
you was lying dead
My mind is rambling and rambling
Just like some rolling stone,
no
Since that nightmare's come
to stay with me, baby
My thoughts just don't belong
They say the blues is just
a bad dream
They say it lives upside your
head
But when they visit you around
midnight
You're bound to wish that
you were lying dead
Marco Giunco |
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